Sarah Rosenblatt - Poetry

Reprinted with permission of the author.

The Moment
We lived out the whole day in anticipation of the next
As if one slot of time was worthy of overrunning another--
Saturday was enjoyable--free floating--
but now the memory
competes with Sunday evening--
blue-purple over the lake
Groups of teenagers walk with the darkness.
We were all walking on the threshold
of something.
The fragrance of the lilacs booms into the night
We sneeze differently
but the atmosphere takes it in in the same way.